At the beginning of the trip (day 2 or 3) I expected to have a reaction that would either be OMG what am I doing ? what have I gotten myself into ? or OMG I can’t believe I am doing this? I am so lucky. It is Friday morning and the sun is shining in Pismo Beach California and I am clearly in the latter group. There has been rain along the pacific coast almost constantly all week, and I have driven slowly and carefully. Jerry has been a delight. Right now the car is packed and he is waiting patiently in his seat.
Pismo Beach is only partially dog friendly. Dogs are allowed on the beach on leashes and I have been warned that the police drive up and down aggressively and give $500 tickets if they catch you with an unleashed dog. However there is also a very highly rated dog park not too far away so we will head there and let Jerry have some fun and burn off some energy.